Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Excepter,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Index,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.